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The man in the mirror is such a disappointment
Because the man in the mirror don’t look a thing like me
I’m all boots and hat and smile
Better lookin' by a country mile
Sad sack lookin' back wouldn’t dare to disagree
Oh lord, why’d you have to make me so goddamn handsome
It’s a burden to be the world’s most perfect man
Oh lord, won’t you share the wealth
I been blessed so much myself
And that man in the mirror could use your helping hand
The man in the mirror don’t have a friend in Jesus
No faith, no kids, no creed, no legacy
And on the moment when he’s dead and gone
The whole world will just move on
Shadows don’t leave much of a memory
Oh lord, why’d you have to make me so goddamn handsome
It’s a burden to be the world’s most perfect man
Oh lord, won’t you share the wealth
I been blessed so much myself
And that man in the mirror could use your helping hand
That man in the mirror, he sometimes looks familiar
Like he reminds me of someone I think I used to know
When I look into those eyes
My heart swells up with pride, and I say
There but for the grace of God, I go
Oh lord, why’d you have to make me so goddamn handsome
It’s a burden to be the world’s most perfect man
Oh lord, won’t you share the wealth
I been blessed so much myself
And that man in the mirror could use your helping hand
Oh lord, won’t you share the wealth
I been blessed so much myself
And that man in the mirror could use your helping hand
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See Where it Lands
02:31
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I don’t drink to forget
No, I drink so I won’t remember
It ain’t the things I done but the things I might do
When I’m 10 shots into a bender
That's when I’m ready and I'm willing to entertain a quarrel or feud
But in the light of the day any promises I made
Ain’t likely to be renewed
Honey I’ve been trying all of my life to not try at all
And honey I’ve been lying every night when I said I’d call
You see, a man like me don’t do things to plan
No, I might take my last chip, and throw it in the air
just so I can see where it lands
I bet on black label whiskey and raked in a win
I bet on red Johnny walker and doubled up again
But I made a bet that the check wouldn’t ever come due
Got cleaned out by a bar tab while I was drinking for two
I'm laying bricks on the road to hell
And I ain’t paving with with the purest of intentions
I’ll drink a fifth of the cure, and take a shot to be sure
If I can avoid the prevention
I know your momma thinks you can do better
And your momma ain’t wrong
But if she’s looking to me for some apology it ain’t coming by the end of this song
Honey you’ve been waiting night after night for me to evolve
But honey I ain’t some kind of puzzle that you need to solve
See, a man like me ain’t taking no stands.
I might jump off a cliff with you in my arms
Just so I can see where we land
I might jump off a cliff with you in my arms
Just so I can see where we land
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Whiskey Lament
04:39
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I’ve been drinking it over
I’m thinking about trying to go sober
But I ain’t found much else to do when the workin' day’s done
I’m digging holes while counting the days until I’m lying in one
I’ve been drinking it over
I’m thinking about trying to go sober
But I ain’t found the end of a bottle without dreaming of you
And that rips a new hole in my heart to pour the whiskey into
I drink from rivers of fire in the hope to expire
All the dreams of what could have been
Sing a whiskey lament, a broken quitter’s intent
To be forever on the mend and getting no better
I’ve been fretting tomorrow
Because the good times I had were all borrowed
And the headaches, they never get better, they just paper the walls
And I lose myself in these bars and lose my guts in the stalls
I’ve been fretting tomorrow
Because the good times I had were all borrowed
And I’ll race you to the grave but I guarantee you ain’t gonna win
I am baptized in bourbon, and every morning I am born again
I drink from rivers of fire in the hope to expire
All the dreams of what could have been
Sing a whiskey lament, a broken quitter’s intent
To be forever on the mend and getting no better
Getting no better
I’ve been drinking it over
I’m thinking about trying to go sober
But I can’t find the end of a bottle without dreaming of you
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Henhouse Shuffle
03:38
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I promise you can trust old red.
Don’t listen to those rumors they spread
Every barnyard has a nag or a hen that’ll put those evil thoughts in your head
I tell you that my love is true
It’s the kind of love they wish they knew
I dream of your flesh and our rendezvous
I just wanna have dinner tonight with you
Oh, I just wanna make dinner tonight with you
Sneakin in a chicken coup
Quiet as a church mouse
Looking for the menu
Of the specials in the hen house
I been cookin' up a story,
But it’s stinking like a fox tale
Tonight, if the farmer don’t come
I’ll be dining in a chicken jail
I drive the chicks into a craze
And I know you love my foxy ways
If you let me in your pen I’ll never need another hen
I’ll be yours for the rest of your days
Don’t pay that old yard dog no mind
He aims to keep you close and confined
If we can be together, I’ll get my teeth underneath those feathers
Don’t pay that old yard dog no mind
He’s just barking cuz he don’t like my kind
Sneakin in a chicken coup
Quiet as a church mouse
Looking for the menu
Of the specials in the hen house
I been cookin' up a story
But it’s stinking like a fox tale
Tonight, if the farmer don’t come
I’ll be dining in a chicken jail
Well I hope you don’t mind a few friends of mine came along to join the bash
And we’re looking for fun until we scare up the sun, but we’ll probably just dine and dash
And I bet you’ll always wonder if my love for you was real
Hon I know I will remember that you made one hell of a meal
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Grandpa won’t be coming home for your birthday
He’s all tied up and tired from hanging around
He took wing for one last swing in the night air
and he’ll be that high until the cops can bring him down
Those that live to fight
As he would say
Only earn the right to suffer another day
I tore apart a stack of his old paperbacks
For the kindling to try and keep us warm
And as the pages burned, the fire looked poetic.
Though they came second, those books were always his firstborn
I thought that someday he might say he was proud of his son
But someday is not tomorrow
Some days never come
But Grandpa didn’t give us just a surname
He gave us all his genetic traditions too
Like a thirst for Gin, a taste for sin
And an appetite for sadness
He passed them on to me, and I passed them on to you
The only sign I ever had that he couldn’t cope
Was the necktie that he made from a length of rope
No, Grandpa won’t be coming home for your birthday
Because this time it’s gone and hung himself from a tree
But I thought we’d still have your party by that old sturdy oak limb
And you could look up and say “someday that could be me”
Yeah, I thought we’d still have your party by that old sturdy oak limb
And you could look up and say “someday that could be me”
And he’ll be that high until the cops can bring him down
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The Western Decline Washington, D.C.
The Western Decline is the placeholder for what could be a band in some future reality, but is currently limited to one single member named James. We hail from Northern Virginia and play a variety of trash country and rock and roll.
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